A day in Dadar

Visiting Mumbai earlier this month, I decided to take a trip to a part of the metropolis I had not been to earlier – Dadar!
The thing about Mumbai, India’s commercial capital, is that it its amazing ‘retro’ places, its traditional lifestyle and history are overbearing and, if one has the time, one can get lost in exploring its many facets.
That’s what I attempted to do in around half a day in this part of the city and came across several interesting ‘shots’ that are shown here.

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It was a hot day and, though it were business as usual, some of the early risers took time off to take a quick nap.

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This Irani restaurant, said to be about a 100 years old, still has actual old furniture, glass jars and utensils – amazing to see in these times.

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A regular at the Cafe Colony Restaurant.

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Italian, Mumbai and Parsi grandmamas offer their own unique fare. I loved the crisp messages on the menu card.

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Grandmama’s Cafe offers an amazing array of food but what struck me was the very thoughtfully-designed menu card “clipped” on a old-style hard board.

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This restaurant is the Star of Cochin ( a city in Kerala, Southern India), but offers Punjabi, ‘Moglai’ and Chinese – vegetarian and non-vegetarian dishes – a virtual melting pot of cuisines.

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No place is “complete” without a Punjabi Dhaba (traditional Punjabi restaurant) and Dadar is no exception.

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The “ancient” tap, and in working condition, brought back childhood memories.

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It’s the mango season and it’s obvious all over.

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We find these “cowherds” everywhere in India, and the streets of Dadar were not an exception.

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Mumbai Police Sub Inspector Muley was only too glad to pose but not before he had given one final twist to his mustache.

 

“Master” Chef

vhbvYou know your daughter’s grown up when “what’s for dinner?” turns into “I’m making dinner tonight.”

Though she has asked this several times in the last few years, never do I realise it more when I am beat, or down with a sprain in the leg, like today.

She comes to me with a big smile on her face, dispatches her brother off to the store to buy some essentials and says she’s going to make soup.

Well, that was like music to my ears – so I went back to doing what I do best at such times – get on with the television and Temple Run.

A while later, as I hear sounds from the kitchen, I know the iPad is out and Mr Google is on the job. I also “smell” soup, fried bread, animated arguments and a clattering of pots and pans.

I am re-assured she is on the job and will serve up something highly edible.

Exotic stuff, some of the names of which I cannot even remember, has been served in the past so I know I do not have to worry.

As I see her at ease with what she is getting better at by the day, I cannot but feel she is on the right track – whether it is with the knife and the ladle or with lessons at school.

God bless daughters.